I was about to head out to an event with a gal pal. I had had a mishap when attempting to lighten my hair earlier this week and wasn’t sure how I felt about the in between. His hat assisted wonderfully. It was for this reason that I was really hoping to dodge him… at least for the time being so I could not have to worry about giving the hat back.

Throughout the night he would continue to text. I would continue to respond.

“You’re only feeding a troll.”

He called while we were on the smoking porch.

“How do you know [so and so]?”

“She’s a friend. I met her at [redacted]. Why do you ask?”

The call dropped again. It was too loud out there anyway.

“Call me when you can talk. I miss you.”

“He misses me.” I told the friends.

They rolled their eyes.

“Of course he does. Let him.”

I put the phone in my jacket pocket and walked away. On the outside, I probably looked strong. After all that he’d done, I shouldn’t be talking to him again. He’d already done this twice. I should have known that he’d be back yet again.

I couldn’t think about it anymore. I jumped back on the dance floor with your hat.

You say I never danced with you… but that night, even if you weren’t there… we did.